How dare you.

And how could you?

You loved me at my best and discarded me at my worst.

Like a fresh bouquet, you gave me light, warmth, and comfort, yet the second I began to rot, you deprived me of that safety.

You deprived me of my home.

So now my petals curl and darken with age, no love to give, no love to receive.

I cannot bloom the way I once did.

I needed you.

How dare you.

And how could you?